There were five large, thrifty trees set in a semicircle, opening to the south. The elevation of the ground in the center was artificial, and there were plain traces of the wigwams of the savages. I soon found some arrow-heads, and the upper and nether stones of an Indian mealmill, about worn out, and for that reason, doubtless, cast away there.

"Did the Indians plant this orchard?" I asked.

"Yes; they brought the seeds from Pennsylvania. Here the tribes were permanent enough for this sort of business. There is a beautiful legend about this orchard, and this piece of ground in the center."

"What was the legend?"

"I do not know that I can tell it as it was.” "Try it, father; try it."

“I will tell it as I heard it, and if it is not all true to fact, it is true to nature.

"This, you see, is a surpassingly beautiful spot. So will you find that the camp-grounds of these children of the forest' are usually famous for beauty of situation. We are charmed with this beauty, and the Indians were attracted by the same things. An Indian encampment is an infallible index to the finest point in the country.

"This orchard gets its name from the legend.

These trees were planted and cared for by the heroine of the story. Eighty years ago there was here an Indian village. You see that this is the only place within miles where such a view of the river can be had. Here the tawny savages fished and hunted.

Here, on the clear

ground, the squaws raised Indian-corn. On these stones they ground it into meal. On other flat stones they baked it for their lords, and took a little for themselves, if there was any left. Here Indian boys were tanned by the sun darker than nature in birth had made them. Here they became skillful with the bow and the sling. Here the young warriors would come from the hunt, throw their game at the wigwam door, and go down to the river there and bathe their weary limbs, return to the camps, and recount deeds of valor for the hundredth time.

"Among the women of this village was one unlike the rest. She was a young, fair-haired, blue-eyed Anglo-Saxon. She was prized for her superior knowledge in tent-making, for her skill in tilling the soil, and for the fact that she had added refinement to every rude Indian art. The Indians of this country, as you have already learned in your school-books, contested every inch of ground against the approach of the white man. From the Eastern Coast to the Mississippi

might be called conquered territory. But the Indian left a bloody and blackened road behind him. He has faded before the white man, because the white man is a man of destiny. As the Indian retreated, he burned and pillaged white settlements, and carried off with him women and children. This beautiful, blue-eyed girl in the camp of the Delawares was taken when a child from a burning cabin, after its father and mother had been massacred. The girl had never known any other than this sort of life.

"When it became apparent to the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania that she must, in selfprotection, guard the far West from the encroachments of a foreign power, it became necessary to make peace with the Indian tribes of the region. To do this, there must be shown a vigorous policy toward them. Pennsylvania furnished a thousand troops, to which was added a company from Virginia, who marched into this Western country to treat with the strong tribes up and down the Ohio. Finding an army coming west, many of the people of the States, and from the settlements, who had relations or friends who had been captured by the Indians, came west to search for them.

"The campaign was under the command of General Boquet, who succeeded finally in hold